My head don't talk to me no more
Kind of left me in the rain
My shoes don't walk with me no more
Going to find another way
Oh no sir, oh no sir
I'm not gonna come much closer
I'd likely, most likely
Turn around and walk away
My dogs don't bark at me no more
Sleeping on the kitchen floor
My hands don't clap with me no more
Going to the record store gonna steal some records for sure
Oh mister, cool mister
A phone call from your sister
It set my house on fire
Got me running for the door
There's a man in a can in my pocket
Having fun with a lady of his choice
There's an alien girl in a rocket
And she dreams of forgotten alien boys
My heart don't beat with me no more
Going to beat me up and down
My clues don't find me anymore
Footsteps leading to the fingerprints on the wall
There's a man in a can in my pocket
Having fun with a lady of his choice
There's an alien girl in a rocket
And she dreams of forgotten alien boys